Month: July 2025

A bug is zigzagging through a large tree.
What or who in creation made him like that?
And why in heaven does he fly that way?
Was he high on some tree bark drug?
Had he gone mad and was out of his head?
Or does he just get a thrill flying like that?
I think I’ve unlocked this zigzag mystery.
He flies that way to attract females.
It must impress them to see his skills,
his wooing zigzagging ways.

Bob Boyd

Billions and billions of people on the planet
None of them as important to yourself as you.
None of them as important to myself as me.
In my view, none of us are important in the
ever living and dying billions and billions.
Maybe of no more importance than the
10 quintillion insects crawling, hopping,
and flying all over and around the world.
It’s as if the numbers diminish us despite
our natural importance to ourselves.
It’s as if despite the events and dramas
in our lives, we matter little overall
except to ourselves and our preservation.

Bob Boyd

A guru once said life was like a picnic table.
Once you get it set up a bear tips it over.
I equate that with everything can be going
great in your life until something goes wrong.
Sometimes the wrong is the end of your life.
A tragic accident or a murder erases you.
Sometimes it’s a life altering event and
you spend the rest of your life disabled.
Sometimes it’s the loss of a love that
you never thought would leave you.
The bottom line is in this world you
never have any guarantees of a serene
life, and at any moment all your hopes,
all your plans, all your dreams, can be
tipped over or destroyed. This is why
I yearn for the afterlife where I believe
one’s picnic table never gets tipped over.

Bob Boyd

In a dream, a guy had snapped.
He began firing a gun at me.
A table stood between us.
I pushed the table into him.
Bullets whizzed past me.
A bystander was shot to death.
A woman to my right was unharmed.
Somebody finally shot the shooter.
It might have been me.
The police arrived to investigate.
I felt they thought I was a murderer.
Then I woke up and wondered how
the hell I had such a crazy dream.

Bob Boyd

More than ever in my life
I am cognizant of death
coming for me
as it always has been
from the day I was born
I was oblivious to it
stalking me in my
young and often
carefree days
but now I can feel it
drawing nearer
day by day

Bob Boyd

I see in crime shows many women pulled
over on highways for drunk driving.
It’s like an epidemic and so unseeming.
Some of them dragged into cop cars
unhinged and kicking and screaming
after arrests for their drunken driving.
The word ladylike may be out of fashion.
It may be because more women
are not acting ladylike nowadays,
like all the female teachers arrested
and jailed for molesting students,
almost every week in the news.
like all the women using foul language,
even women in political positions,
like the two women who bragged about
how many men they slept with in a day
for more subscribers on OnlyFans.
The saving grace is many women still
act like ladies with class and dignity.
Some things stay consistent despite
changing times and increasing decadence.

Bob Boyd

pretty women temporary
like days and nights
like changing seasons
young one day
old the next
pretty gone like
changing seasons
like everything else
nothing lasts
one day pretty
on another day
pretty a skeleton
buried in the ground

bob boyd

Friends and Icons Dead

Old friends have died.
Icons have died too.
Why is it I am still here?
Added years not a plus.
Body and mind aging more.
The risk of increasing woes.
Mobility lessened or lost.
Mind ruined with dementia.
Shut away in an institution.
No longer a life to enjoy.
Death spare me that fate.
Let me join my old friends.

Bob Boyd

Their city became utter chaos.
Their government ignored it.
Like a sinking ship, people left.
A once bustling metropolis,
descended into a sinkhole
of misery, crime, havoc
and a dystopian hellscape.

Bob Boyd

She always had rages.
Often she attacked him.
Once she tried to hit
him with a bat.
Another time she
chased him with a knife.
Unfortunately he had
children with her.
She kept them
from him when he
finally left her.
She slandered him
online to her radical friends.
Said she wanted him dead.
The police warned him
about a plot to kill him.
She had lied to her radical
friends, claimed he had
sexually abused their
three little children.
His name besmirched,
his tolerance exhausted,
his life in jeopardy,
he killed her first and
then killed himself.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I’ve seen pictures of items on
Amazon that looked much bigger than they are.
Today I received a fan in the mail that I ordered
from Amazon a couple of days ago.
It looked at least 10 inches tall in the picture,
but when it arrived it was about 5 inches tall.
Of course, I could return it. But it had 5 star
ratings galore, and was alleged to be a
mighty powerhouse of a fan for its diminutive
size. So, as a man who always roots for the
underdog, I’m going to keep this small fan
and see if like a pint sized underdog it can
save the day and be a mini champion in
cooling a room.

Bob Boyd

A summer day at the Stoneham zoo.
You were a kid. I was a kid too.
We were both with our parents and
too young for romance and love.
But oh that passing look of interest
you blessed me with that day.
Though I was too young for love,
it stirred something in my heart.
I think for a moment I impossibly
wanted to get to know you.
I wasn’t even thinking of anything
like a hug or a kiss.
There was just something about
the way you looked and how
sweet you looked when you
glanced at me.
Moments like that, even far back
in my long life, make me wonder
about what might have been,
what opportunities for the right
one might have been missed.

Bob Boyd

I had to keep reminding myself
that you were too young for me.
You were in your twenties.
I was in my seventies.
You were adorable and probably
still are.
You had the sweetest voice I’d
ever heard and probably still do.
You were incredibly funny and
probably still are.
And you drove me nearly crazy
when you flirted with me.
I often had to use all my will
power to stop thinking about you.
And oh how I imagined how fun it
would have been being with you.
But you were in your twenties
and I was in my seventies.

Bob Boyd

A man drunk stands in the middle of
a street, his pants down to his feet.
He starts jumping up and down trying
to get his pants to levitate to his waist.
Finally he stops jumping and pulls
up his pants.
Next his mind goes somewhere known
only to him.
He starts shouting like a crazy man at
no one in particular.
After a few boisterous shouts, he
picks up a bottle of whiskey from
the ground, takes a swig, and stumbles
away.
So sad some people who were once
innocent children, who seemed to have
immense possibilities, succumb to fates like
that as they grow older.
Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, they
were fated to end up that way for unfathomable
reasons.

Bob Boyd

Cicadas singing their hearts out
in trees.
They must be male vocalists
singing love songs to make
female cicadas swoon.
Were I a young swain instead of
an old relic being beckoned
by the grave,
I’d love to be able to sing songs
like the cicadas sing to make
females swoon.

Bob Boyd

A city or a town in England named
Leigh, a sad sight to see.
Not unlike some cities here in the US,
old buildings abandoned, trash in the
streets.
I’m sure there were better areas in
Leigh, just like cities here.
But what a shame to see parts of
once beautiful cities gone to shit in
the US and in the UK.

Bob Boyd

Darkness drops, the forest goes silent.
He sees the moon is full, his pulse quickens.
He wants to run out of the forest full speed.
But as if frozen, he cannot move.
The chilling howl confirms his fears.
Before he’s ripped to shreds.

Bob Boyd

He jumps into the lion enclosure.
He yells and assumes a fighting stance.
A lion answers his foolhardy challenge.
It roars and slices his arms with its claws.
Miraculously he lives, his life spared.
Zookeepers rescue him before he’s torn apart.

Bob Boyd

The day is downcast, her heart is broken.
The man she pinned her hopes on left.
He’s off to fight a foreign war faraway.
She feels certain he will die there.
Months later she is proven right.
His corpse comes home in a body bag.

Bob Boyd

She was once young and quite beautiful.
Her looks gave her many advantages.
She had six marriages to unsatisfactory men.
She never had any offspring to enrich her life.
But she used to have pedigree dogs.
Her luck and her looks abandoned her.
Fate and age robbed her of them.
All the men who desired her ignored her.
She ran out of money and opportunities.
Her plight drove her a little crazy.
Now she mumbles meaningless words.
She’s homeless and begs for money.
And when she regains a little sanity,
She lives in her memories of better days.

Bob Boyd